Sword God Reborn

Chapter 244 : One-Hit Instructor Cheon Mubaeck

The establishment of the Demon Repelling Squad was carried out quickly. It was composed of only those who belonged to the strongest tier among the rising stars who had joined the Righteous Alliance.

The total number was thirty-two.

Excluding Cheon Mubaeck and Zhuge Seol-ah, it matched the number he had initially thought of.

Contrary to the expectation that it would take some time, the composition was completed quickly.

The reason was simple.

Cheon Mubaeck looked at the three idiots who were staring at him with strange eyes.

Gyo Mun-cheok, Hwangbo Sung, and Tang Su-gun.

Because these three had actively cooperated.

For some reason, they had persuaded the strongest members of their own factions and urged them to join.

Although their attitude had changed as if they had flipped their palms, Cheon Mubaean didn't care.

Rather, he inwardly smiled.

'They're trying to take control of the organization from within and make me be mindful of them, huh?'

To Cheon Mubaeck, who had been through thick and thin, their insides were clearly visible.

Cheon Mubaeck had dealt with countless cunning old foxes and snake-like characters who held the world in the palm of their hands.

Could their sinister intentions be hidden from such a Cheon Mubaeck?

It was so clearly visible, like looking into a transparent glass bottle, that it actually made him laugh.

Did they know?

'They're actively moving just as I want them to.'

Huh? They're so cute I could die.

They probably thought they had brought in people who would listen to them well into the Demon Repelling Squad.

In fact, that wasn't wrong.

The young martial artists of the Righteous Alliance could be largely divided into two categories.

A group of martial artists who not only deeply admired but also revered Cheon Mubaeck.

This group generally had no background. They came from humble families or insignificant sects, and naturally, their skills were lacking.

They were the majority, accounting for two-thirds.

The remaining one-third of the martial artists had a somewhat different disposition.

It was true that they greatly envied and highly valued Cheon Mubaeck's fame.

However, they had backing.

Their families or sects of origin were quite decent, and their confidence was clear. Because they had honed their skills with spiritual medicines and good martial arts.

However, their fatal weakness was that they were frogs in a well and had little experience.

They did not just blindly believe in Cheon Mubaeck.

Since they had never actually gone out into the martial world and fought the Blood Demon Valley, they did not know the true terror of the Demonic Path.

They had even harbored a sense of contempt for the Demonic Path due to Cheon Mubaeck's tremendous fame.

'If I fight too, I can gain the same fame as the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero.'

'I admit that the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero's skills are great. But I have also honed my sword until now!'

'Why can't I become such a person?'

'Come to think of it, the reason why the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero, whose family, sect, and master are unknown, has gained such fame is because the demonic path bastards, except for a few, are insignificant, isn't it?'

Such thoughts were subtly spreading.

They had the strongest voice in each faction, and they were the warriors who got along well with the three idiots.

And they were the ones Cheon Mubaeck had intended to lure into the Demon Repelling Squad.

The troublemakers who most actively caused discord and conflict in the Righteous Alliance.

Cheon Mubaeck accepted them.

"Thank you for cooperating so actively."

If he could firmly take control of just this Demon Repelling Squad, Cheon Mubaeck would be able to perfectly take control of the rising stars of the Righteous Alliance.

Just thirty people, firmly...

'I'll just have to beat them up.'

As a smile suddenly bloomed on Cheon Mubaeck's lips, the three idiots flinched.

Gyo Mun-cheok cleared his throat and stepped forward.

"Umm, should I call you Squad Leader?"

"No."

"......?"

"Squad Leader-nim."

"Hah, I see. If I call you Squad Leader-nim..."

"I understand."

"......I understand. I will call you Squad Leader-nim."

"Do you have something to say?"

"I am curious about how the Demon Repelling Squad will be operated in the future, no, I am curious."

"..."

Cheon Mubaeck quietly looked around. The gazes of the martial artists filling the training ground were all directed at Cheon Mubaeck. They had interested faces, as if they were curious about how he would react.

They were ordinary squad members. The same went for Gyo Mun-cheok, Hwangbo Sung, and Tang Su-gun. Although they were faction leaders outside, here they were ordinary members.

They had no rank.

On the first day of their first meeting, for an ordinary member to suddenly ask the squad leader about the operation of the organization was, in fact, an act of disrespect towards Cheon Mubaeck.

Zhuge Seol-ah, who was next to him, narrowed her brow slightly, but she did not step forward.

'If it's Young Master Cheon, he won't get caught up in such a childish provocation.'

She trusted Cheon Mubaeck that much.

In fact, the presence exuded by the thirty martial artists was not to be trifled with.

When the gazes and presence of such a large majority were focused on one person, it was natural to be flustered, regardless of the difference in level.

But the corner of Cheon Mubaeck's mouth was lightly raised.

'That's a relief. He looks relaxed.'

Indeed, there was no way he would get excited over such a childish provocation.

"I have heard of the Squad Leader-nim's high fame. Since you have killed numerous demons by yourself, who would doubt your ability?"

"..."

"Since you possess tremendous skills, it is fitting that you should be the squad leader of the Demon Repelling Squad. However, what great person is without flaws? I have heard that the Squad Leader-nim is the son of an ordinary escort agency."

"That's right."

Cheon Mubaeck's head slowly nodded up and down.

A faint smile appeared on Gyo Mun-cheok's lips.

"Although your deeds in the martial world are great, isn't leading an organization on a different level?"

Fighting well alone and leading an organization are two different things.

The corner of Cheon Mubaeck's mouth curled up even more.

But the face of Zhuge Seol-ah, who was next to him, grew more and more contorted.

Anyone could see that he was subtly belittling Cheon Mubaeck while pretending to praise him.

I know you fight well. I know you have good skills.

But can you lead an organization well? You're from an insignificant family, just from an escort agency, right?

That was the hidden meaning in Gyo Mun-cheok's words.

Since Zhuge Seol-ah understood it at once, could Cheon Mubaeck not know the hidden meaning?

"So what do you have to say?"

Cheon Mubaeck was relaxed from beginning to end. The smile on his lips remained.

But Zhuge Seol-ah felt a strange ominousness.

She belatedly realized where that feeling was coming from.

'His eyes!'

His mouth was smiling, but his eyes were not.

Rather, they were so cold they were chilling.

No, even a little bit of killing intent...

But as if Zhuge Seol-ah was the only one who felt it, Gyo Mun-cheok was still smiling, not grasping the atmosphere.

"So we will help you. Since the Squad Leader-nim is from an escort agency, you probably have no experience leading martial artists of the martial world. At best, you've probably led a few escorts, right? I, and Hwangbo Sung and Tang Su-gun here, have all led quite a few martial artists since we were young. Since we have this experience, we will help you."

Cheon Mubaeck chuckled.

Aha. Since you have no experience in managing an organization, and we do, you want us to take over?

At the sight of him boldly demanding the squad leader's greatest authority, Cheon Mubaeck couldn't help but let out a hollow laugh.

Yes, up to that point, Cheon Mubaeck actually found it cute.

The actions of this idiot, who was like a wild child, were so cunning to the experienced Cheon Mubaeck that they felt cute.

Rather, wasn't it a situation where he was building up a justification for Cheon Mubaeck to deal with them?

However.

"How about it? We will cooperate with you, so let's do well together."

Cheok.

He put his arm on his shoulder as if to put his arm around him with a suggestive voice.

"..."

Cheon Mubaeck's voice rang out low as he looked down at the hand that had been placed on his shoulder.

"Did you say your name was Gyo Mun-cheok?"

"That's right."

"Your realm is around the middle of the peak."

"......Yes?"

"You should be able to use your protective qi quite well."

"What's with the sudden?"

"Hey."

"..."

"Grit your teeth and raise your protective qi as much as you can."

He couldn't even answer the sudden words. No, there was no time to open his mouth. At the intense sense of crisis that he felt throughout his body, his dantian reacted on its own and spewed out internal energy like crazy.

At that moment, Cheon Mubaeck's hand went back greatly and then swung in a hook.

A large palm mercilessly slapped Gyo Mun-cheok's right cheek.

Paaak!

With a loud noise that he had never heard before, Gyo Mun-cheok's body spun around like a puppet with its strings cut and flew away.

Pajik!

After flying for a long time, his body hit a large tree and then stopped.

Kurururu.

The tree broke, and next to it, Gyo Mun-cheok's body collapsed quietly.

Powerlessly, very quietly.

The faces of the martial artists, who had not taken their eyes off him for a single moment, turned pale.

"..."

Cheon Mubaeck, who was looking at the unconscious Gyo Mun-cheok, raised both his hands above his head and stretched.

"Young Lady Zhuge."

"Y-yes?"

"No, Vice-Squad Leader."

"Yes, sir!"

It was not the affectionate title he usually used. He had called her Vice-Squad Leader.

It meant he would treat her as a superior.

Zhuge Seol-ah became tense.

"Lock the door."

"Lock... the door?"

No, where is the door in an outdoor training ground...

"If there is no door, make one. A formation or whatever."

"......!"

"Make it so that no one can get out."

"......Yes."

"And make sure it's soundproof. It's a nuisance if it's noisy."

Ududuk.

Cheon Mubaeck clasped his hands and stretched them out. He also tilted his head to the left and right once each.

A dreary voice flowed out.

"You'll cooperate... Thank you. No, I'm not thankful. It's convenient to work if you cooperate. Yes. That's right."

Cheon Mubaeck took a step.

He just walked. He didn't put much weight on it, nor did he jump high and fall.

He just walked.

But a footprint of over half a chi was clearly left, digging into the hard rock.

"Yes. It's hard to work alone. No matter how strong you are, it's hard if the kids supporting you from behind are not smart and their skills are bad. Because you have to run around here and there by yourself."

It was like a complaint, but the faces of the crowd grew harder and harder.

Footprints.

He was just walking, but footprints of half a chi were being left.

Was that possible?

Everyone's eyes trembled greatly.

"Yes, thank you. Since you've stepped forward to help like this, I'm also extremely happy. Because the squad members are stepping forward to help on their own."

As the tone changed strangely, the warriors' faces brightened for a moment.

Since he was saying thank you, didn't it mean he would accept it to some extent?

As for Gyo Mun-cheok, he had probably just been a little annoying and had gotten on his nerves...

"But if I'm going to receive help, I have to see if you can give it, right? Since you're all from prestigious families and good sects, you'll use your heads well, so there's no need to look at that. Yes. I'll have to take a look at your skills. Whether your skills are good."

"..."

"It's simple. You just have to dodge or block my slap once."

Ah...

So if you just dodge and block that, your skills will be acknowledged.

I see.

Gyo Mun-cheok couldn't dodge or block it, so he's going to slap all of us once.

"Yes. Just endure one hit. If you can do that, you won't get beaten up when you go out."

Cheon Mubaeck grinned.

"You think you can't block it? You think you can't dodge it? Don't worry."

No, how can you not worry about that.

The warriors' gazes all turned to Gyo Mun-cheok, who was writhing on the floor.

Cheon Mubaeck shrugged his shoulders.

"You won't die."

You won't die, but... looking at that, wouldn't it be less painful to just die?

"I'll make it so that you can endure just one hit. All of you. Hmm... being called a one-hit instructor wouldn't be bad either."

Cheon Mubaeck grinned and rushed at them.

(End of Chapter)